My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 898 - 896: Are You Love-Brained?

Huang Yingying’s foot bumped against hers, and she lost her balance, stumbling forward. Wen Shu quickly grabbed her arm, but the cup Huang Yingying was holding tilted forward, spilling water onto the people around them.

Lin Ruochun, who was sitting third to the left of Wen Shu, got most of the water from Huang Yingying’s cup spilled on her.

Her pants instantly got soaked.

The scene became a bit chaotic.

"Thanks." Huang Yingying first thanked Wen Shu, then quickly put down the cup and handed Lin Ruochun some tissues: "Sorry, sorry, I didn’t do it on purpose, hurry up and wipe it."

Lin Ruochun took the tissues, shaking her head: "It’s alright, are you okay?"

Huang Yingying quickly waved her hand: "I’m fine, I’m fine."

Wen Shu quickly surveyed the people around them, and amidst the chaos, placed her drink over by Wen Qiao and Lin Ruochun, then stood up and went outside to call the waiter to clean up.

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Wen Qiao hadn’t gone far; she was just outside the private room when she answered Fu Jinghen’s call.

"What’s up? Missing me?"

"Yeah, a little bit."

Wen Qiao dragged out an "oh": "Turns out it’s just a little bit."

Fu Jinghen asked her back: "What about you?"

"Don’t miss you." Wen Qiao said very decisively: "Friendly reminder, it’s been less than twenty-four hours since we parted, what’s there to miss?"

"Honey, haven’t you heard the saying ’Absence makes the heart grow fonder’? We must be halfway fond by now."

"Oh." Wen Qiao said coolly: "So what?"

No sooner had she spoken than she heard the boarding announcement from Fu Jinghen’s end.

"Are you at the airport? What are you doing?"

"Going to treat a little girl’s lovesickness." Fu Jinghen laughed: "To ease her yearning."

"Are you coming to see me?" Wen Qiao instantly perked up, but quickly put on a neutral face: "No, who told you to come? Are you love-obsessed? I just left this morning, and you’re coming over tonight. You’re almost thirty, can’t you be a bit more independent?"

When Wen Shu came out, Wen Qiao had just turned around with a sweet smile on her face. Seeing Wen Shu, her smile faded a bit. She turned around again, focused on her call with Fu Jinghen, missing the flash of malice in Wen Shu’s eyes.

"I can’t."

Fu Jinghen said those two words with utmost confidence, as if being nearly thirty and not being able to live independently from his wife was gloriously natural.

"Didn’t you just say you only miss me a little?" Wen Qiao snorted: "Since it’s not a big deal, just control yourself. Why come looking for me? And my cold is already better; I don’t need you to cure me."

"I can’t even control that little bit of missing you."

Fu Jinghen could say sweet nothings as effortlessly as others told lies, needing no preparation, always ready.

The boarding announcement sounded again, and Wen Qiao pursed her lips, urging him: "Alright, go board. Send me your flight number, I’ll pick you up."

"No need, I’ll come myself, you wait for me at the hotel." Fu Jinghen didn’t agree, "It’s cold at night, don’t wander around."

Despite being usually accommodating to her every whim, Fu Jinghen was quite firm when it came to certain things regarding her. Wen Qiao knew she couldn’t win against him, so she had to remind him: "Okay, take care then."